Past
Longing for a
mulligan on this crack stepped, or that mirror broke
Midnight
obsessions with what if's and woulda coulda and shoulda's
The why's, the
who's the what's
They make us who
we are, that we do not see
We see what we
could have been
Where we should
have picked A rather than B
Would things
have been different
What if I took
that leap
In a universe
with infinite possibilities
Those things
have lead to this specific point
All the
available paths pruned to give this one answer
A flaw that
controls what risks you take
Choose the
beaten path, instead of following what might be
Only to end up
with more lost time
And questions to
burrow into your late nights
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